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“Julian looked at her sharply, his grey eyes like steel knives cutting through to the bone. ‘Do you think I do not know what it is to mourn a loved one? Do you think in a hundred and fifty years I’ve not lost anybody close to me?” — Ashlee Nicole Bye
Julian looked at her sharply, his grey eyes like steel knives cutting through to the bone. ‘Do you think I do not know what it is to mourn a loved one? Do you think in a hundred and fifty years I’ve not lost anybody close to me?